Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ireland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Real Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
The Residents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.